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The tribe leader widened his eyes.

How is this possible?

It was fine that this young man could kill people like they were flies, but he naturally relied on his deep cultivation. However, refining pills required talent, so how did he do it?

It was impossible for the words of a grade-4 apothecary to be wrong.

"What?! It's actually 100% effectiveness?"

"Heavens, does that mean he's much stronger than Senior Brother Qin Lu?"

"Sigh, I originally thought that Senior Brother Qin Lu was a monstrous talent, but who would've thought!"

When Qin Lu heard this, his handsome face immediately turned incomparably hideous. He had always been proud and arrogant, but how could he believe that Ling Hao would actually be able to concoct a pill with 100% effectiveness?

He dashed forward and grabbed the dazed Tier 4 apothecary by his collar.

"Tell me, this is not true! This is not true!"

A Tier 4 Pill Refiner bitterly said, "This is real. Moreover, it doesn't only have 100% effectiveness. Moreover, these pills are of the highest quality among the best!"

He had spent his entire life immersed in the dao of alchemy and was diligently refining pills. Now that he had witnessed such a miracle, his horizons were truly broadened.

"Young master, I can't compare to his pill refining skills."

His single sentence stunned everyone present.

The meaning in his words was that even a grade-4 apothecary would have to accept it wholeheartedly.

At this moment, everyone turned their gazes to the youth in white.

The silence was filled with oddities. Only Qin Lu's angry breathing could be heard.

He let go of the grade-4 apothecary, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.

"There's still refining. I don't believe in refining. You're also stronger than me!" Qin Lu looked at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao smiled and said, "You decide on the rules. Let's begin."

"Alright." Qin Lu walked in the middle of the pill furnace, picked up a piece of metal, and said, "We will compete against those who forge the spirit artifact. The quality is better, how about it?"

"No problem, you go ahead and refine first. I'm afraid that if I refine first, you will feel despair." Ling Hao licked his lips.

Qin Lu grabbed the metal and threw it into the pill furnace, saying, "You talk big. Kneel down and call me grandpa when you lose."

Refining and refining pills were the same. Both required crafting furnaces and alchemy flames.

Only in different places would his zhen qi be more vigorous. Only by doing this would it be possible to refine something better.

Several hours later.

A series of explosions sounded out from within the pill furnace.

Qin Lu lifted the pill top abruptly.

The spirit artifact he had taken out with both hands was a large, silver-white saber that flickered with a silver light under the scorching sun.

"Middle tier spirit weapon, amazing! Using the True Sun realm is like adding wings to a tiger!"

"As expected of a grade three weapons craftsman, he's finished refining in a few hours."

The leader of the Southern Li Clan looked at him with a gratified expression. This was the pride of his clan.

"Very good! Both the fire and the forging techniques are very brilliant. " The tribe leader of the Wasteland Clan was quite knowledgeable.

Ling Hao stretched his back, stood up and walked towards the cauldron.

Qin Lu was secretly angered by his lazy look and his disdain for him.

Qin Lu couldn't help but provoke him, "Trash, if you can refine a low rank Totem, then it's my loss."

"I'll deal with you later." Hearing the mocking voice, Ling Hao didn't even turn around.

This world relied on strength to speak.

Ling Hao yawned and carelessly threw in a few pieces of metal. The fire in his palm was dazzling.

Not having arrived for more than ten minutes, Ling Hao spoke up.

"Done."

Everyone looked at Ling Hao in disbelief.

They all thought that they had misheard.

Complete?

Qin Lu's grade three weapons craftsmen required several hours.

You finished it in ten minutes?

"Hahahahaha, this person is so funny."

"Trash, he clearly saw that Senior Brother Qin Lu refined a Middle Grade Spirit Treasure, so this person didn't have the heart to refine it."

"That would be a waste of the materials."

Right at this moment, dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rumbled.

But there was no rain.

It was too sudden. Everyone was dumbstruck.

The weather was gloomy. It was just a split-second.

Ling Hao lifted the top of the pill.

A mysterious aura spread out, causing everyone to look over.

The moment Ling Hao lifted off the pill top, golden lightning cleaved down from the sky from the ninth heaven!

"Crack!"

Nine consecutive sounds entered his ears.

The nine bolts of lightning were abnormally violent as they struck the violet longsword within the pill furnace.

The tribe leader looked at the sky in disbelief.

"This is …" A precious artifact undergoing tribulation! "